OPTIONS lyrics

[Intro]
Eenie-miney-mo, what you gon' do when you got options?
I got way too many hoes
Gang and them, no lames with them (Juice)
Roster, that eenie-miney-mo
What you gon’ do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Hmm

[Chorus]
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' die if he try me, I don’t play 'bout DeJ Loaf
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' diе if he try me, I don't play 'bout DeJ Loaf

[Verse 1]
Lеt a n*gga try me, I bet he gon' die today
In the bed I make you suffocate, I'm J. Holiday
If we fightin’ over the money, b*tch, I got time to date
Better be lucky you get to f*ck a n*gga with real diamond chains
All the hoes pick me like they tryna win a parlay
She like, "Ralfy, I hate you, but I love your third leg"
He took some shots to the face like it’s open bar day
Finna start an empire on the West like Charlamagne
Bad b*tches call me papi when they off that champagne
Told her, "You can give me money when I'm havin’ a bad day"
We put coffee in our cups, we ain't have no first aid
I don't argue with a ho, you'll get fired on the first day
b*tch, I’ve been the trophy ever since my birthday
I'm half-human, half-God, b*tch, I think I'm Hercules
I can f*ck you good, I don't need no Percocet
Sittin' at home broke, bro, I wouldn't encourage that
The Plug
[Chorus]
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' die if he try me, I don't play 'bout DeJ Loaf
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' die if he try me, I don't play 'bout DeJ Loaf

[Verse 2]
It ain't nothin' to get a n*gga popped like Faygos
Stackin' all these chips to the top like Pringles
If the Stincs not the truth, stop usin' our lingo
Bad b*tches throw my number under "Mandingo"
Not the regular orange juice, b*tch, I'm Tampico
Man, them n*ggas ain't no shooter, they don't know Bambino
Actin' like he run the mob, he think he Al Pacino
Drip made in Italy like a cappuccino
You ain't got no hoes 'cause you ain't got no Steelo
Tryna stunt, we'd jack n*ggas' ass like Steevo
I'm from LA, I ain't never ever seen a Deebo
Why would I put you on a play and you known for freeloadin'? The Plug

[Chorus]
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' die if he try me, I don't play 'bout DeJ Loaf
Which b*tch on my roster? That eenie-miney-mo
What you gon' do when you got options? I got way too many hoes
Me and money go together like chili on mangoes
He gon' die if he try me, I don't play 'bout DeJ Loaf